As I hear the ever-trending song,
it's not my fault that I saw you with every word,
sung by Sheeran,
with his throaty voice.
I hear you with every beat,
I felt your warmth with every breath he took.
How is that ever so possible, when you were not he?
You saw me as perfect,
and I can't help but melt into your arms,
And I can't help but felt loved
by those ever doting arms,
and of course, those eyes.
Those sharp eyes,
I could never deem them as soft,
but that stare,
was the softest I ever seen.
My love,
I'll hold on till I couldn't,
till my hands bruised and purple,
till my breath hitch and wheeze.
I'll hold on till I simply cannot.
ye hear me?
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 3:25 AM UTC
As I hear the ever-trending song,
it's not my fault that I saw you with every word,
sung by Sheeran,
with his throaty voice.
I hear you with every beat,
I felt your warmth with every breath he took.
How is that ever so possible, when you were not he?
You saw me as perfect,
and I can't help but melt into your arms,
And I can't help but felt loved
by those ever doting arms,
and of course, those eyes.
Those sharp eyes,
I could never deem them as soft,
but that stare,
was the softest I ever seen.
My love,
I'll hold on till I couldn't,
till my hands bruised and purple,
till my breath hitch and wheeze.
I'll hold on till I simply cannot.
ye hear me?
